“Pretty much.”
“What do you mean by pretty much? Were you working yourself?”
Great delight of the juniors, for Blyth had been one of the chief rioters.
“Well,” said he, “perhaps I was a little slack.” (Laughter.)
“Who was in charge of the shop at the time?”
“The prisoner and another workman called Flounders.”
“And pray were they ‘slack,’ too, as you call it?”
“Yes—they were no good at all.” (Laughter.)
“Were you present when the proper foreman returned?”
“Yes, I was.”